The shards of pain
crept deep inside the vulnerable heart
touching all the veins
which once seemed quiet

What the shards are made up of
is unknown
maybe all my tears have solidified
and by synchrony joined the angles right

I made me a piece of sharp glass
with bits of tears
now they have cut wounds deep in
I don't know the poison so well
so how to find an antidote

but these pieces are of disappointment
from the larger glass of life
and living and crying and walking
I strive

There is a stitch that I want
but,

I can't find the needle size that is right ....


© aashvanshi writes